July has been hot. Hot and humid. This really bums me out because I love nothing more than sitting on my deck with an icy cold beverage, soaking up the sun and sweating my little heart out...but now with baby on board the sweating has gone to a whole new level and getting that hot makes me sick. Boo is all I have to say. I love hot weather. The hotter the better, I'll take it with humidity or without. I could lay out in the sun for hours, with the occasional trips to the house to soak up some good old fashioned air conditioning and check out my tan lines. If I am out on the lake, even better. Bring it on Mr. Sun.
So this summer has been a bitter sweet one for me. I try my hardest to lay out, but my upper lip starts to sweat before I can even get my suntan lotion on (nothing higher than SPF 8 of course :)), so I am inside cooling off more than I would like to be. I am however, banking in quite a bit of sleep. I think my body is storing it up, because it knows in just 7 short weeks, there won't be much of it happening. That's what I tell myself to justify the fact that I could close my eyes anytime and anywhere for just 5 minutes and be out like a light. But, many will claim I have always been like that...it's nothing but lies and fairytales!
Two weeks ago Patrick and I went to Moondance Jam in the bright and shining city of Walker. It was fun, but of course it was not the same. It's amazing how self conscience I felt walking around pregnant. Did that girl just look at me funny? Did he just stare at my belly? What was that look for? People would look at me as we would cross paths and then their gaze would inevitably drift down to my bump. They were either thinking "What the hell is she doing here?" or ..."what the hell is she doing here?!" I couldn't get myself to walk through a crowd, maybe because I was scared of being pushed or bumped into or maybe it was because I didn't want to deal with the eyes. I was seriously shocked. This was Moondance...the place was filled with gypsies, bikers, hippies, locals, local weekenders, freaks and geeks, hot moms, muscle men, groupies and wanna-be rock stars. For godsakes, there was a very large man with his face painted like Gene Simmons and giant black stars painted over his even larger man boobs!! How could I, of all people, be getting weird looks? It just didn't make sense. Every bit of stubborness came out of me and I said, "Eff it!" I'm a jammer after all. I don't give a flying f what these weirdos think...I am hear to see epic shows and hang with my favorite people. So I stiffened my upper lip, and pushed my way through the crowd. I had to see KISS on Friday night...the show they put on was AMAZING. I only could pick out 2 or 3 of their songs, but they threw a bad ass performance. Fireworks, flames, lifts that took them 30 feet in the air, smashing guitars, spitting fire...it was wild. Saturday night, we went in to see Joan Jett, and she not only looked smoking hot, so was her show! That chick has a body that all women would kill for...and she rocked her whole show in a leather corset and leather pants...she is a bad ass bitch.
The best part of Moondance was the fact that when my son gets older, I can tell him that his first concert was when his mom was 31 weeks pregnant. She may not have danced as much, she may not have run around as much, she may not have stayed out as late, but dammit she was there.
